My friend, Beverly, loves boston terriers. She's had them all her life. Her Mandy, 3, was run over and killed a few weeks back. Beverly was just devastated.
Enter Sweet Pea.
Beverly picked up the 6 week pup a couple weeks ago. She was
describing her to me, since we live a few hours away and chances are I
won't see the pup while she is still a pup. I got to giggling,
then chuckling, which degenerated into snorts and chortles, which I was
glad Beverly couldn't hear.
Cuz Sweet Pea really does sound precious.
It's just, well, her mixed heritage. I usually am not a snob when
it comes to parentage, mixed or otherwise, but this just tickled my
fanciful side a bit too much. I still giggle, gurgle, and gasp at
the picture I imagine.
Sweet Pea's mother is a boston terrier. Now I realize that
boston's come in all shapes and sizes, but this was a not a small
boston (small for the breed, I mean). So how in the hell Sweet
Pea's dad got him a piece of that boston pie, well, I am picturing
perhaps a step being involved, or even a ladder. Cuz Sweet Pea's
dad is a teacup chihuahua.
Dude, tell me you're not snorkling over this and I say you've got no sense of humor a'tall. nope, none.